Prayer

A Prayer to Trust When You Need a Miracle
“Dear God, thank you that you love me and want to keep me from depending on other things instead of you. Forgive me for when I’ve depended on my job and other people instead of you. Thank you that you haven’t forgotten me. Lord, the days ahead may be a little scary at times, but I understand now that the path to a miracle is through uncomfortable territory. I understand now that the source of a miracle will be unexpected, so I shouldn’t try to figure it out. I should just trust you. When you tell me what to do, and it doesn’t always make sense, I will still do what you want me to do. Help me to remember that you’re all I need and that where you guide, you’ll provide. I want to learn to trust you one day at a time. I want to go your way, not my way. I want to follow you, and I ask you to save me and come into my life. I claim your promise that if I trust you, you’ll meet my needs. I pray this in Jesus’ name. Amen.”

One day at a time
Amen
Angles come in many forms
Look for the signs
Believe
Amen 🌼

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Jesus Message.

Jesus Message.

My beautiful people of the beginning to the end. The end is arriving within you. feel its love, softness, tears, in
only love true love can take away the old ways of pretense,falseness, rebellion. power to destroy.
I am at this movement of moments to all that ask for redeeming love reaching out to you to be what you were created to be. The movement of a new age draws near and in fact is being felt in the moment you live in now. The ones who rebel are becoming more lost and their inner spirit can only record their happenings for the day of judgement for it is without the power to do anything else unless you asked and are assisted by my Holy Spirit.
I as your Savior and creator of your love await you, and with the help of my messengers and disciples I call aloud to be brave and step forward and defeat the darkness who is playing his most powerful movement also at this time knowing his time is limited on earth. Know when he was created he was along with the angels that followed him had been made eternal and were cast down into the earth with low vibrations, you were created perfect but surrendered to his evil ways and life became very hard for you because of your choices, now your home is coming to you and will rise above all angels and Satan’s ones you will judge Remember the higher energies are available and are arriving, be wise and become the love I am. The Father is the forever love to all life. The more you choose to lose your love so be it you lose your life on all vibrations. the higher you live the highest love you understand the more life your beautiful spirit will live.

Bless you Jesus for sharing your words to me so it reinforces the thoughts of our love ones and hopefully awakens all others before they become unaware of the hope and faith you give them. Amen. Luke Le Bree.

“A C(O)UNTRY GETAWAY FOR OUR HAPPY COUPLE! 🌼

“A C(O)UNTRY GETAWAY FOR OUR HAPPY COUPLE!” a poem included in the series: “M. M. C. P.” Tuesday: 01/22/2019

The c(o)untry c(o)um(e)s-when-we-catch-a-whiff – of sweet-fresh-air-and-dew;
You-look-at-me; I-look-at-you; we-know-what-we-must-do!
Which-is, together, to-“make-a-break,” for-a-c(o)untry-getaway!
Your love is warm, just like The Sun; we’ll-ride! Could-TAKE-ALL-DAY!
To-A SPECIAL PLACE to play and dream – We’ll find the Maypole waiting,
And dance around like faerie folk; our-HOLE-y-DAY of DATING;
Encount-ering-spacious-mountains, with-milk and honey flowing,
Our cheeks are flushed-and-we-just-love – towards-SOUTH, we’re-ever-going!
Bed-in-The-Bush, with-stars-to-see, twinkling in your eyes so bright!
We can get into-(some)-“real-trouble,” and find we’re stuck quite tight!
But wait a moment! THE EMERGENCY KIT! with dressing and some salve,
To-apply on-any-swollen-parts-we-find-that-we-DO have!
We go on EXPLORATIONS – into-areas-we’ve-been-before,
In landscape strewn with bushes, and-we-couldn’t-ask-for more!
We-are “climbing buddies” and like to hike all over,
Well-explor-ED-territory! “C(o)um(e)-hither-here, RED ROVER!”
Flowing STREAMS! Dribbling-dew!
A luscious geyser – made-just-for-you,
Erupting-inside-a-cavern-there,
So warm-and-moist; WE’VE-LEFT-ALL-CARE,
With those who couldn’t c(o)um(e)-along – and join our happy picnic!
WE-COULD-VENTURE-HERE- EACH-DAY, &-roll-in-grass, so-cyclic,
To-be as one fine organism, with Earth & Air & Sky,
And, all the while, we cling so close – for we are eye-to-eye!
Musicians-both! You-blow-my-horn, and-I compose a lick,
With-ever-shaking tambourines! The songs of love we pick,
And strum! perhaps, to-so-incite – a lyr-i-cal-re-frain;
We’ll do it LOUD! Then, soft and slow, with just a little pain!
And ALL OF NATURE CELEBRATES, for-we’re-IN-LOVE, alright!
I LOVE – our c(o)untry getaways, joy-filled! both-day-and-night!
We sup on wine and-milk-so-warm, and-we-bring-us -candy:
Chewy, goo-y, oo -ee (pause) Meals can be – so “randy!”
Let’s-eat-it-all! We have so much! Nothing’s-left-to-spare!
I-smell-ambrosia ALL AROUND; are-there-flowers in your hair?
It-is A ROSE!-with-fragrant-scent, and-it-will-never-wilt,
For we-have-brought spring water – and-with-just a-little-“tilt,”
“Oh, my-gosh! A MIRACLE!! For-you’ve-brought-LIVING-WATER!”
A-gushy-spring!-going-“Swish-swish-swish!” “Are-you Elysium’s daughter?”*
Yes, an-“ODE TO JOY,” (pause) fa-miliar mu-sic, filled with oo’s and ah’s;
It’s HARD! to hear the subtle rifts, for I-shan’t-take a pause,
Until The Rose be happy, en-gorg-ED-with-the-flow,
Of-such-ma-gic-elix-ir! (pause) PICNICS! (pause) WE LOVE THEM SO!
fin ❤

Take me home
In your arms
To a simple way of life
Where we will find our place
In this world
To live as one
  • Mrs. Cuddly Poo the goddess JOY?!

By the Son of the Mystic Poet

LOOK WHAT I FOUND IN TUMBLR!!

TRUMP’S CUT, TWEET AND DIE! BY THE SON OF THE MYSTIC POET, AKA: SMP 500 JANUARY 22
TRUMP GOT A HAIRCUT, TRUMP GOT A DYE,
OH, WHAT A THOROUGHLY WONDERFUL GUY!
YOU KNOW, DON; WE MIGHT “RIB” YOU, BUT WE REALLY DON’T MEAN,
TO BE MEAN AND NASTY, FOR WE CERTAINLY DO GLEAN,
HOW TRULY HARD YOU ARE WORKING WITH LOVE & SINCERITY.
WE REALLY DO APPRECIATE, ALL “YOUR POLICY,”
TO INSURE SAFETY, HAPPINESS AND CALM,
AND FOR ALL THE U. S. CITIZENS TO HAVE A “SECOND MOM!”
WE LOVE OUR MOM MELANIA; WE HOPE SHE’LL VISIT SOON!
WE LOVE HER SOFT AND TENDER WAYS, & WE’RE OVER A BLOODY MOON
THAT WE HAVE BEEN EXPERIENCING HERE IN BREWSTER COUNTY!
IF WE LIVED A BIT MORE NORTH, WE’D SENT FOR HER A “MOUNTIE,”
WHO WOULD GRACEFULLY SWEEP HER OFF HER LOVELY FEET,
AND KISS AND CUDDLE HER, AND THEN WE COULD ALL EAT,
SOUTHWEST CUISINE, LIKE A BIG MEAT TORTILLA;
MELANIA COULD COME AND LIVE WITH US; WE KNOW IT COULD BE-A,
WONDERFUL THING! WE COULD BE HER “HIDE-AWAY,”
WHILE YOU ARE DEALING WITH AFFAIRS OF STATE EVERY DAY!
WE’D WINE AND DINE HER AND HAVE CLOSE ENCOUNTERS,
AROUND WATERING TROUGHS, WITH THE MOUNTIES & THE MOUNTERS,
DANCING AROUND, WITH SOME DELIGHT, THE MOON OF BLOOD,
AND YOU’VE GOT A STANDING INVITATION, SINCE YOU ARE OUR BUD!
THE MOON IS RED; THE FENCE IS HIGH;
AND SO ARE WE, AND MELANIA’S THIGH,
IS IN FULL VIEW, AS THE SHEER MOON LIGHT,
CASCADES OFF OUR FIRST LADY ALL RIGHT!
THE DESERT SKY IS CLEAR AND BROAD,
AND WE LOVE YOUR PRESIDENTIAL BOD,
AND IN THE DRY AND PURE NIGHT AIR,
THE SMOKE OF FIRES WILL BRUSH YOUR (NOW BLACK) HAIR,
AND MAKE US SMELL LIKE A BIG CIGAR,
HERE’S A NOD TO MELANIA AND TO “RAISING THE BAR!”


* – https://www.timeanddate.com/eclipse/in/@5525755

Humour in the White House 😁

** – LIKE THE ROYAL CANADIAN MOUNTED POLICE!
*** – SO THE FENCE WILL BE SUFFICIENTLY HIGH TO KEEP OUT THE FOLKS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BORDER WHO CLAMOR TO GET TO THIS SIDE, TO ENJOY OUR GAY WEST TEXAS FESTIVITIES!

[SO, YOU MIGHT ASK WHY TRUMP GOT THE CUT AND DYE TO LOOK MORE LIKE KIM JONG-UN! — WELL, THE ANSWER CAME, DURING THE BLOODY RED MOON! — BECAUSE: BOTH GUYS LIKE SEPARATION AND ISOLATION AND LIVING SO-LOW LIVES! — THEY BOTH LIKE BARRIERS AND BORDERS AND LIES, — LIKE: “STAY AWAY FROM US; WE HAVE INTEGRITY! — (AND A WHOLE LOT OF MISUNDERSTANDING AND FEARFUL STRATEGY!)

This SON OF SAM or of The Mystic Poet – is GETTING OUT OF HAND! Look at what (s)he’s posted NOW! This is going to ruin The Mystic Poet Tumblr site forever, whatever that means:

Tumblr you have upset the Mystic Poet
Tumblr you must apologise to all Poets on Tumblr
These are the folk that kept Tumblr alive
But no you are at fault allowing all that junk to take over the space of published authors and artists that allowed Tumblr to be credible.
Yesterday, as we looked through Tumblr porn, was still being shown, what happened to the cut off date 17 December 2018? Mystic Poet is a loss to Tumblr as many other genuine Artists are leaving. Mystic Poet has been banned on Tumblr for being porn. After many Reviews by Tumblr not one reply from Tumblr. In fact, we posted the same posts again under a different name. Those same poems with graphics were not deemed inappropriate. It clearly shows that the computer scanners are out of date. Tumblr and Facebook got greedy on the dollar and thought they would get away not spending their money on an update on their own responsibilities to complying with the Law. No company is beyond the law. Yes, they all have been found guilty of Community Standards. The ramifications to disconnect Authors and Artists being targeted as culprits and banned causing mental anguish to innocent folk. Many innocent folk are looking at a Clase Action Law Suite against Social Media Giants : more later

THE TUMBLR S[U]N –

WRITTEN BY THE SON OF THE MYSTIC POET:

Dazzled

I THINK THE MYSTIC POET IS MAKING FUN OF ME,
AS I AM WRITING HERE SOME DAYS ON HIS TUMBLR-EE!
I NOTICED HE HAD QUIT HIS SITE, AND NATURE ABHORS A SPACE,
THAT IS NOT BEING UTILIZED TO HELP THE HUMAN RACE!
I HAVE TAKEN UP THE CAUSE TO FILL THIS VACUUM, SO,
WE CAN UTILIZE ALL GOOD SPACE AS WE GENTLY GO,
ABOUT OUR DAILY ACTIVITIES, WHETHER IN OR OUT (OF) THE FENCE,

YET, I AM POOR AND DESTITUTE; I HAVE JUST A FEW P E N C E, *

NOT ALL THE CASH AND WHEREWITHAL, LIKE MR. TRUMP AND MYSTIC:
THOSE GUYS ARE RICH AND POWERFUL! BUT I’M MORE REALISTIC.
I JUST NEED A LITTLE CHANCE TO MAKE A LITTLE MONEY,
&, WHEN I’M FORCED TO STAY AWAY FROM THE LAND OF MILK & HONEY,
I CAN’T AFFORD TO FEED MY FAMILY, TO SMUGGLE & DO TRADE;
I KNOW YOU NEED MORE DRUGS IN THERE & WITH DRUG-SMUGGLING WE’VE MADE,

A LITTLE MONEY AND IMPACT – TO GET YOU ALL CHEAP STUFF,
SO YOU CAN DEAL WITH YOUR GUILT AND MR. TRUMP ENOUGH,
FOR WE ARE SURE YOU’RE CRAZY AND FED UP WITH YOUR “REPS,”
THE GUY & GAL POLITICIANS, WHO LIKE THE WHITE HOUSE STEPS,
AND ALL THE CLEVER BENEFITS AND SALARIES THEY GOT,
FROM VOTING ON THEIR OWN PAY BILLS & SMOKING A LITTLE POT,
WITH SPECIAL INTEREST GROUPS AND FRIENDS (IN THE OTHER PARTY),
THEY ARE ALL SLEEPING IN ONE BED & DON’T MIND BEING TARDY,
TO WORK OR EVEN SHOWING UP, SO THEY CAN CLOSE DOWN “THE PLAY,”
AND WATCH ALL U.S. CITIZENS SLOWLY WASTE AWAY!
SO, ANYWAY, WE LIKE TO SMUGGLE DRUGS FOR JOHN Q. PUBLIC, BUT
THE POLITICIANS SNATCH THEM ALL! IS THAT LIKE A “BUDGET CUT?”

I THOUGHT I WOULD INCLUDE AN APPROPRIATE, HEART-WRENCHING SONG, LIKE THE MYSTIC POET USED TO DO: (IS THAT OK?)

* – THAT IS AN ATTEMPT AT HUMOR, BUT I HAVE ONLY BEEN EDUCATED TO GRADE SCHOOL LEVEL, SO DON’T EXCEPT MUCH, OK?

** – ANOTHER ATTEMPT AT HUMOR! HOW AM I DOING?

🌼 Self love 🌼

“THE MYSTIC POET’S PRAISE FOR THE NEW KID IN TOWN!” a poem Jan. 22, 2019 (Tuesday) 2 2 2 2 – – – – too good! This “ghost writer” on jfastereft.tumblr.com is 2 GOOD! (S)he is simply A SENSATIONAL POET – and – A BRILLIANT POLITICAL SATIRIST! I give up! I can’t compete with the wit and wisdom which bristles from those lines! Sigh! Why was I born? Oh, me!! “No matter how good you are, how well you rhyme or what cleverness you might demonstrate ‘in the nation,’ there is ALWAYS someone: BETTER! ‘more rhymie’ AND CLEVERER than you; so just stay humble and, if possible, out of sight!” The “RIMER” formerly known as “The Mystic Poet.”

Whoever’s taken-over my TUMBLR site – really-has a-way with the pen,
Having BRILLIANCE with words and rhyming (and-political-satire)! Who knows when,
I’ll ever be as good as that!? I can only hope,
That-one-day-I-might-rise! to-that-level, but-for-now, I’ll-simply-mope,
And look to bright tomorrows, when my-writing might-be as sweet,
And lyrical – and lovely – a muse one day I’ll meet,
Who’ll inspire me – even half as much, to get such po-e-try,
That-makes-angels-sing-and-bells-to-ring, WITH-RHYTHM-OF-SKY-&-TREE,
And high bor-der divisions – to keep harmony and peace;
I wonder if THIS SHUT-DOWN, if it – will ever cease?
I’M SURE THAT TRUMP, OUR PRESIDENT, IS ALSO MISSING MEALS,
And staring long – in Kim Jong-Un’s eyes, making lots of “deals!”
For now-though those-two look alike, with even matching hair!!
I hope they might be locked-in-a-room, where they can lovingly-stare,
At one another, smile-and-giggle, and be all “rootin’ tootin’,”
Waiting for their fine bud-dy – Vladi-mir-e-Putin!
I FOUND THIS PICTURE-OF-PROPHECY, of the three of them tied down,
Living-in-a-mon-a-stery, with-its-name: “THE TRIAD CLOWN,”
Talking – about-their-“triumphs,” and how clever they all are!
Yes, THOSE THREE! I sing with glee – “THEY’VE ALL GONE OH, SO FAR!”

fin ❤

Editor: oh my, Someone here is so addicted to Tumblr 🤗

“MY BO, WINNING THE STEEPLE CHASE!”🤗🌻

“MY BO, WINNING THE STEEPLE CHASE!” a poem a.k.a.: “The Winning Dream – Team!” January 20, 2019 – Sunday

You’re my SUPER BOWL – and my Championship Match,
You’re THE BIG “10,” – and-The-Prize-Winning-Catch!
You’re: THE GIRL OF MY DREAMS –
and – ALL the winning teams,
For-the-last-hundred – or-a-thousand – or-a-million-years;
Through-ETERNITY, you’ve-produced – all-The-Sports’-Fan’s-tears!
You’re THE WINNER! Of-the-U. – S. (so) OPEN,
To MY – loving advances! However, was I-a-copin’
Before-YOU-came-along; You’re-THE-GAME-WINNING-HIT?
Or – The Final Touch, from the catcher’s mitt,
Or – The Final Goal – that – just-went-SWISH!
YOU-ARE-MY-FONDEST-DREAM – AND-MY BEST-EST WISH! 🙂 – You’re No. 1!

fin ❤


“WE JUST FIT(S)!”

“WE JUST FIT(S)!” a poem (series: MMCP) 01/20/2019 (Sunday)

We’re THE PERFECT FIT: Right age! Right size!
The Right Temperament-MATCHING! like-your-beautiful-eyes!
The right color; the right smell,
Can’t-get-enough! You-can-tell!
Good Fitting! Comfy Sitting!
Playing-with-your-charms, tenderly-“teating!”
The perfect HAIR, NOSE, MOUTH – and-cheek-bones;
Dimples! Pimples! My-head-on-your-shoulder – with-moans!
A PERFECT FIT!? Is-it-hard-to-find?
I-don’t-know! But-with-YOU, I-unwind,
And-then-wind-right-back-up, in-the-blink of your eye,
Which-is – BABY-BLUE! (Can-you – hear-me-sigh?)
We’re-just-always asking: “WHY,
We’re-so-lucky!” Then, we cry,
Holding-on – for dear life:
Jus’-A-little-ol’-DEVIL- and-his(angel)wife!
I’ll-never-“bolt,” even-though-you’re-a-nut,
‘Cause-I’m-such-a-screw(ball), a-kissing-your-(what?),
AND – all of your skin – that I worship at night!
It’s-a-nice-perfect-fit – made-of-DARKNESS-and-LIGHT!

fin ❤

“CUDDLY POO PRAYER!” a poem in the series: “Mr. and Mrs. Cuddly Poo!” Monday, January 21, 2019


“CUDDLY POO PRAYER!” a poem in the “Mr. and Mrs. Cuddly Poo!” Monday, January 21, 2019

“Seasons come, and seasons go, but-our-Love-is-still-THE-SAME:
OUR-LOVE-is-ever-“feral,” so IT we’ll never tame!”

“Our love is wild, and so are you,
And THERE IS NOTHING I SHALL DO,
To tame THE WILD, the wild-and-free,
Out-of-Our-Love – It’s YOU & ME,
Feral beings, like Jesus Christ;
We’re CRUCI-FI-ABLE* – and-quite-enticed,
By all we feel, we’re sparks of fire,
Smoldering in our fond desire,
To be together – FOREVER -and-MORE!
So-we-pray-For-LOVE-and-an-OPEN-DOOR,
To-proceed BEYOND, hand-in-hand;
We’ve found EACH-OTHER, as-our-PROMISED-LAND!”

“Please bless HER-landscape, Oh, So Rich,
For, in the bedroom, SHE-is-no-WITCH;
She is a wh-r e – and so am I,
But in the kitchen I think I spy,
A twinkle, twinkle – in her eye,
And, when we gaze, we start to cry,
Because – WELL! ? Really, we-don’t-know!
We just fit! I-am-“SHAFT!”** – and- she’s-my-“BO!”***

“So, Lord: Please bless my Shaft to me
I need GOOD LOVING, con-stant-ly!
And-when-Shaft – and-aper-ture UNITE,
Please bless us, Lord! (But)-let-ME-win-THE FIGHT!
OK! OK! We’ll both concede;
He can “come,” with all I need!
So! Together -we’ll-be-cume-as-one;
PLEASE BLESS US, LORD – THE MOON & SUN!”

fin ❤


* – or “certifiable!”
** – from the film of the same name, about a big, strong, black man named “Shaft!”
*** – from the film “10,” starring Bo Derek, who looks pretty good – on the beach, on horseback, on-e-moan-e-pee-a (a Hawaiian expression meaning “LOVE & JOY!”

Robert Weston Smith, the radio DJ known as Wolfman Jack – America

Robert Weston Smith, the radio DJ known as Wolfman Jack, was born on this day in 1938. His raspy voice, howls and irreverent asides as he would intro and outre songs on XERF, a 250,000 watt radio station in Ciudad Acuna, Mexico that blasted its signal across a large portion of the United States, made him a radio legend. He would later relocate to XERB, a 50,000 watt station in Southern California and then Minneapolis, but he continued recording shows for the Mexican station that operated at 5x the power output US stations were permitted to transmit at.
On January 21 in 1968, Jimi Hendrix cut what many consider the best cover song ever recorded, his version of Dylan’s All Along The Watchtower. The session included Brian Jones of the Rolling Stones and Traffic’s Dave Mason on guitar, and Jimi played bass as well as lead guitar on the track.
Soul man Jackie Wilson had a heart attack while performing in New Jersey on this day in 1984. He went into a coma and passed away eight years later.
Aerosmith’s Joe Perry received the Les Paul Award today in 2017.

Robert Weston Smith, the radio DJ known as Wolfman Jack.

Janis Lyn Joplin was born on this day in Port Arthur, Texas in 1943.

Janis Lyn Joplin was born on this day in Port Arthur, Texas in 1943.

A combination of alcohol and heroin would cut her career and life short in October, 1970. Pearl, just her 4th album, would be released posthumously just before what would have been her 28th birthday in 1971. Though tragic, her early death was not all together shocking given her hard, fast lifestyle and frequent periods of heavy drug and alcohol abuse.
The death of another Rocker born on January 19th (1949) did come as a shock. The always sharp dressed and clean cut singer Robert Palmer died after suffering a heart attack at 54 in a Paris hotel room in September, 2003.
Musicians lost on this day include pioneering Rocker Carl Perkins (1998) and the legendary Wilson Pickett (2006).
On 1/19/1993, a reunited Fleetwood Mac performed at Bill Clinton’s inauguration. Aerosmith’s Steven Tyler took a seat as a judge on this night in 2011 on the opening show of the 10th season of American Idol.

Texas America
Janis Joplin

“THE MIRACLE (OR MURMUR) OF YOU[R VOICE]! 👼

“THE MIRACLE (OR MURMUR) OF YOU[R VOICE]!” a poem written after singing: “Like the Murmur of the Dove’s Song,” p. 285, Presbyterian Hymnal! a.k.a.: “Like The Murmur Of The Dove’s (I Mean) Pheasant’s Song, Since I Couldn’t Get A Good Rhyme For DOVE, Except: Above, Love, Glove, Shove And Of! Sorry!” Sunday (01/20/19)

{“The Holy Spirit”* evidently provides both GIFTS & FRUITS! Miracles are, I think, considered “gifts!” When asked to specify a gift in his life, one young disciple replied: “ME;” another said: “Petting my dogs,” and a third: “Being able to open doors for people who can’t! Or – is that a FRUIT?” A better “trinity” of answers, I can not imagine!!}

One-gift-of-The(HOLY)Spirit – is a miracle!
“Do-you-do-miracles?”** “Well, I’m lyrical,
For, when a few nice words escape my lips,
It-seems-like-a-miracle – and words can launch ships,**
And stay executions – and make children laugh,
And ENDEAR ME – to- my-BETTER-HALF!
My-body is a miracle; it HOUSES my voice!”
EVERYONE’S A MIRACLE – just-like-a-Rolls-Royce,
Which-is-a-miracle-to-behold, with its nifty horn!
It’s always a miracle, when a vehicle is born!
Every-voice-is-a-miracle, declaring:-“HE- I S-(the)-LORD!”
By The Holy Spirit, salvation’s-always-poured,
Just like water – turning to wine;
Ev-er-y VOICE (pause) can-be so DIVINE;
IT-doesn’t-always-please – all-the-people-present,
Just-like-a-dead – or-dis-eased pheasant!!
But you can take the damaged pheasant home,
And, maybe, heal it – with – a healing poem,
And, if you can save the sweet bird’s life,
It might sing so beautifully – and-become your wife!
It’ll be A MIRACLE — if-(a charge of)-sodomy-you-can-avoid,
With your beautiful bird! Has The Spirit – toyed,
With-miracles (transformations) to-make all things “right?!”
SLEEP! WITH-YOUR-PHEASANT – EV-ER-Y NIGHT;
Whisper in-her-beak, with your (miraculous) voice, so soft,
And-by-a-miracle-she’ll-soon-join-you – in-The-Choir-Loft!
You-both-will-sing!-with-pretty-voice(s), as-she-is-now-a-(pretty)-dame,
But, of-course-to-GOD – it’s really all the same!
FOR GOD MANAGES TO-DO-MIRACLES -EVEN-WITH VOICES THAT HOWL!
So, it’s-really-not-a-big-thing – to-marry-you-off- to-a-beautiful-fowl!

fin ❤

* – Whatever YOU think IT is!
** – another question asked by The Pastor, directed to The Congregation
*** – or sink them!!

Happiness😁

Happiness is knowing that you survived

Transform yourself🤗

1. Look for things to appreciate.
This is common advice in, and for good reason. It’s a game-changer to develop a habit of noticing what we like about our other person.

Don’t overlook this gem for its simplicity or mundaneness. If every time you engaged a critical thought, you turned it around by clocking something you appreciate about them, that relationship will skyrocket into fabulous territory. Shoot, I even did it by accident once.

2. Love them up old-school.
Remember how in the beginning you only had eyes for their perfection and were blind to faults? You can plug back into that original love vibe by recalling what you were so taken with about them, before contrast clouded your vision.

Just take a moment now to recall what drew you to them in the first place. Next write that down and keep it handy for occasional review, or be prepared to recapture this perspective next time you find yourself dwelling on less than fabulous thoughts.

The first time I laid eyes on Russ I had a strong sensation of coming home. It felt like I’d been on vacation all my life and I’d finally returned home sweet home. Recalling that brings me right back to the truth of what’s possible for us together.

3. Release your grudges.
If there are memories or stories you’ve been hanging on to that you don’t want more of (I’m talking resentments, grudges, grievances, etc.) consider letting that go. Your relationship will be handicapped as long as you nurse old wounds.

That’s why it’s well worth letting that old reality be exactly that – an old reality. Stop bringing it into your present experience and make room for something better.

When I find myself lingering on a negative memory of Russ, I quote dad’s wisdom: “I don’t hold anything against anyone any more.” It helps me shake off the negative past and create a more enjoyable present.

4. Give what you want to receive.
When we stop trying to outsource our happiness, and instead take responsibility for our own feelings, it gives the relationship breathing room to thrive.

Whatever we wish someone else would give us so we could feel better, we can give that to ourselves. You wish he was more considerate and respectful? Dial up your own self-respect and consideration. You want her to be more loving and attentive? Lead the way yourself.

I used to blame Russ for not appreciating me like I thought he should. When I gave myself the gift I wanted from him (by finding ways to appreciate myself more), I felt better right away and it didn’t take long for him to follow my lead. Magic happens when we release the pressure we’ve put on them for how we feel.

5. Distance yourself from drama.
If you’ve got friends or family who chronically complain about their connections, limit your exposure to that energy. Don’t overly entertain others’ relationship criticisms.

Be discerning about the conversations and people you engage. Make a point of talking about what you prefer rather than what you wouldn’t consciously invite into your world. Because, as Jim Rohn said, we are who we hang out with.

6. Practice “I love that about you.”
When you see something you don’t like in your partner, try this little trick to turn that vibration around:

Say they’ve done that thing you just can’t stand. Again. Instead of engaging your inner critic, simply say to yourself (or even out loud), “I love that about you.”

Your Inner Being (aka Higher Self) really does love that about them, so when you think that thought you’re connecting with the part of you that sees them as Source does. And that’s a delicious and immediate shift.

In my experience, sometimes this trick works wonders and sometimes it just takes the edge off the criticism. But even that is a vibrational improvement.

7. Love them like you got what you wanted.
Have you noticed how much nicer we are when we’re fulfilled and satisfied? And have you noticed on the other hand how we sometimes withhold the goods when someone isn’t delivering what we want? Let’s suspend that latter routine, and instead lead the way to a happy relationship by conducting ourselves like we already got what we wanted.

My boyfriend works this magic on me sometimes … he’ll treat me like gold for no obvious reason. And when he does, I rise to the occasion and meet him at that gold standard. It’s a reliable way to draw the best out of your partner.

8. Clean up your expectations.
Often times what blocks another from being really good to us is our knowing who they are. We can only get what we vibrate, so when we expect someone to behave badly (“He’s a jerk”; “She’s so needy”), it’s a challenge for them to buck that vibrational current.
Practice seeing them at their best. As Abe would say, imagine their “vortex version” and let any low-vibe expectations evolve into positive ones. People live up to and down to our expectations all day long. Give your partner something good to work with!

When I found myself expecting Russ to be mad or upset about something, he was. When I shifted my expectations, it was like a different boyfriend came home from work that day. He matched my thoughts so perfectly it was a little spooky.

9. Rethink the negative past.
This is master level manifesting, and isn’t for all creators. It’s different than the tip to release a grudge, because what we’re doing with this one is imagining our past problem never happened. Or at least that it unfolded differently.

I learned this from Lynne McTaggart, who suggested we can change the past by recreating the memory in our minds. Not as it happened, but the way we prefer it had.

We do that by simply imagining the past events differently. That’s all. Tell a softer version of the past, and your present reality will adjust accordingly.

I practiced this once with a blowout that led to a five year estrangement with a loved one. Instead of thinking of that day as the big fight that ruined everything, I re-imagined that it wasn’t that big a deal. I told myself it was clear there was still a lot of love flowing between us and that all was well. Within days I received a love note and we were soon on friendly terms again, as if nothing had ever happened.

10. Open to possibilities.
Sometimes the transformation that’s being called for in our relationship is an ending. When we resist or deny that, we prevent our expansion and end up sabotaging our true fulfillment.

It simply doesn’t serve us when we’re attached to a particular outcome, so letting go our ideas of what’s “supposed to be” allows things to unfold in a way that serves everyone best. The name of this game isn’t using books to keep this person in our lives at any cost. It’s about finding a way to feel what we want and let Universe sort the details that match.

When I question the future of a relationship and am not sure whether to work it out or cut it loose, I let Universe guide me. My job is to vibrate what I want, so I tune into the feelings of a healthy, rewarding, happy relationship. I don’t necessarily know who I’m in this fabulous relationship with, but I do know how it feels. When I vibrate that, Universe makes things clear very quickly.

Happiness isn’t what you want
It’s about loving what you have
You may love things
But you don’t have to need things
Just be gracious for what you have 🤗

Quotes

Poetry 🌼

‘WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad
At the falling of the year,
When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad,
When the boughs are yellow and sere?
Where are the old ones that once we had,
And when are the new ones near?
What shall we do for our garlands glad
At the falling of the year?’
‘Child! can I tell where the garlands go?
Can I say where the lost leaves veer
On the brown-burnt banks, when the wild winds blow,
When they drift through the dead-wood drear?
Girl! when the garlands of next year glow,
You may gather again, my dear—
But I go where the last year’s lost leaves go
At the falling of the year.’

~ A Song of Autumn – Adam Lindsay Gordon

Poetry 🌼

They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less
Of sound than of words,
In lands where bright blossoms are scentless,
And songless bright birds;
Where, with fire and fierce drought on her tresses,
Insatiable Summer oppresses
Sere woodlands and sad wildernesses,
And faint flocks and herds.
Where in drieariest days, when all dews end,
And all winds are warm,
Wild Winter’s large floodgates are loosen’d,
And floods, freed by storm;
From broken-up fountain heads, dash on
Dry deserts with long pent up passion–
Here rhyme was first framed without fashion,
Song shaped without form.
Whence gather’d?–The locust’s glad chirrup
May furnish a stave;
The ring os rowel and stirrup,
The wash of a wave.
The chauntof a marsh frog in rushes
That chimes through the pauses and hushes
Of nightfall, the torrent that gushes,
The tempests that rave.
In the deep’ning of dawn, when it dapples
The dusk of the sky,
With streaks like the redd’ning of apples,
The ripening of rye.
To eastward, when cluster by cluster,
Dim stars and dull planets, that muster,
Wax wan in a world of white lustre
That spreads far and high.
In the gathering of night gloom o’er head, in
The still silent change,
All fire-flush’d when forest trees redden
On slopes of the range.
When the gnarl’d knotted trunks Eucalyptian
Seemed carved like weird columns Egyptian
With curious device–quaint inscription,
And heiroglyph strange.
In the Spring, when the wattle gold trembles
‘Twixt shadow and shine,
When each dew-laden air draught resembles
A long draught of wine;
When the skyline’s blue burnished resistance
Makes deeper the dreamiest distance,
Some song in all hearts hath existence,–
Such songs have been mine.

~ A Dedication – Adam Lindsay Gordon